Evening, tis me, Mouse
IsinDe -
So sorry not to have read back but I'd been thinking a lot about my own drinking, past and present, of late and I guess your post made me want to 'share' some of those thoughts, I hope that's okay? Feel free to ignore 
My wake up call was risking the life if my precious Nemo's life by picking him up pissed, out of my face. Well, that was my most serious one. Then we have last year's holiday, pissed, smashing my face open in the bathroom with my DD's best friend with us, having to lie, with a twisted knot in the pit of my sick swilled stomach, to them about the silly shelf over the sink, blah blah.
How I've gotten to 37 years of age is beyond me. The shit I have put myself through, the danger, the stupid, stupid situations, the life threatening combination of drinking and taking drugs too...... mixing my pain medications with bottles, yes, bottles of wine/alcohol...... it all just makes me shudder. I run cold thinking about what I did, the person I am.
I am still that person, or at least I would be, if I let myself drink/drug like that again. If it all got too much, like it has of late, being ill, constant, searing pain, tears rolling down my face at 2am because I just can not move. My marriage is suffering, although DH wouldn't say it to my face, because of my disABILITY.
I have fucked up more times than I care to post but in many different ways, however the outcome has always been the same; I've regretted my actions by the time I sobered up.
I have hurt people, lied, tried to end my own precious life to punish an ex, been spiteful, mean, cruel and actually a complete bitch for no reason at all, other than being off my face, being selfish, wanting to be in control, wanting to be the one calling the shots in life.........
All of those times, every time was my choice. I chose to drink, take the drugs/meds....... I chose to fuck it up big time. I chose to risk it all. Time and time again.
Some of it was to blank out awful mental, physical and sexual abuse. To blank out the pain. All the drinking really did was blur the memory, rub out some of the finer points to the details my head would replay for me, clear as day, the smells, the sounds, the feelings......
For those who are new to this Bus thank God (or your choice of God) for you getting aboard. Sure, there's AA, local community teams who can and WILL help you, they can be fantastic. But here, no-one knows your face do they? (I know some Babes have met, I'm not talking about that
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You can be honest here, raw, shockingly raw. You can tell us what ever you want to, or not. You can ask for help, for what you need. You can stay here, you can lurk, you can drink or not..... You can get off your face and come and tell us all about it. No-one will tell you to get lost. You might be 'advised' to slow down, do 'The Drill' (brush your teeth x2, pour the drink away, get into your PJs, hide your car keys etc.....)
But this place? This Bus is as real for me as AA or any other support group. It's open 24/7. You can sit where you like. You can talk, or not. You can cry your heart out and tell us all why you drink.
Or not.
You will NEVER be judged for drinking the amount you've drunk/drink/drank. Chasing the hope that this is the last ever drink, the cure to all of your (insert problem here) worries, to the bottom of the bottle, chasing the fixer, it's in there somewhere isn't it? Except it's just not. I promise you that. It's not at the bottom of that bottle, it's not at the top of it either.
Keep drinking, keep looking, keep getting to the bottom. Time and time again. You will find something, eventually. But what is it you're looking for? Can you even remember? It tastes sooooo nice, the warm, gentle liquid, soothing those bruises that life leaves behind.......
Addiction takes. It always and I mean always takes from you, your loved ones, your life, small little parts that you don't really miss at first. At first.
Keep going, Brave Babes. ODAAT. xx